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Epithalamium by Pablu Neruda - With Guest Cristina Sanchez

Epithalamium is a song you would sing outside the doors of newlyweds - love poems.

Today I discuss the nature of poetry, romantic relationships, cheating, and the secret life of Pablo Neruda with guest Cristina Sanchez. She introduced me to this poem, and I really enjoyed it. If you haven't read Neruda before, it's worth your time.


By Pablo Neruda

Do you remember when in winter we reached the island? The sea raised toward us a crown of cold. On the walls the climbing vines murmured letting dark leaves fall as we passed. You too were a little leaf that trembled on my chest. Life's wind put you there. At first I did not see you: I did not know that you were walking with me, until your roots pierced my chest, joined the threads of my blood, spoke through my mouth, flourished with me. Thus was your inadvertent presence, invisible leaf or branch, and suddenly my heart was filled with fruits and sounds. You occupied the house that darkly awaited you and then you lit the lamps. Do you remember, my love, our first steps on the island? The gray stones knew us, the rain squalls, the shouts of the wind in the shadow. But the fire was our only friend, next to it we hugged the sweet winter love with four arms. The fire saw our naked kiss grow until it touched hidden stars, and it saw grief be born and die like a broken sword against invincible love. Do you remember, oh sleeper in my shadow, how sleep would grow in you, from your bare breast open with its twin domes toward the sea, toward the wind of the island, and how I in your dream sailed free, in the sea and in the wind yet tied and sunken in the blue volume of your sweetness? Oh sweet, my sweet, spring changed the island's walls. A flower appeared like a drop of orange blood, and then the colors discharged all their pure weight. The sea reconquered its transparency, night in the sky outlined its clusters and now all things murmured our name of love, stone by stone they said our name and our kiss. The island of stone and moss echoed in the secret of its grottoes like the song in your mouth, and the flower that was born between the crevices of the stone with its secret syllable spoke, as it passed, your name of blazing plant and the steep rock, raised like the wall of the world, knew my song, well beloved, and all things spoke of your love, my love, beloved, because earth, time, sea, island, life, tide, the seed that half opens its lips in the earth, the devouring flower, the movement of spring, everything recognizes us. Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name, and know that my mouth joined yours because we were sown together in the earth and we alone did not know it and that we grow together and flower together and therefore when we pass, your name is on the petals of the rose that grows on the stone, my name is in the grottoes. They know it all, we have no secrets, we have grown together but we did not know it. The sea knows our love, the stones of the rocky height know that our kisses flowered with infinite purity, as in their crevices a scarlet mouth dawns: just as our love and the kiss that joins your mouth and mine in